Bare With me

One: When I ran away

The voice of slapping and shuffling filled the black room as he got on the top of me. Sweat covered my entire body. I was shaking, flailing my arms as I gasped for air. A sudden feeling of being pushed into a black hole engulfed me and I writhed my body back and forth to stay on the ground.

Life is never fair. It won't leave you when you ask it to, and when it finally decides to leave you it will make you beg to it to stay. I have always wanted to get away from this hellhole. I have always asked this life to leave me and pleaded death to kiss me.

"No" I cried. My lips felt locked I couldn't speak as much as I tried.

"Yes Emily yes." He spit on my mouth "you have to die now. I hate the thought of burying myself inside you anymore. You're a filthy little slut. DIE" he screamed.

I have always wanted to get away from my stepfather.

His hands acted like a noose. It squeezed my throat cutting the supply of oxygen. Finally, it was all happening, death was calling me. But I realized I didn't want to die with the hands of this bastard. You must have wished for a brand new car, a cool gadget, I on the other hand have always wished for death. Death will always be my gift to me. I will embrace it happily. And now, the desire to live this cruel life superseded the solitude I call death.

I gasped thinking any of the breath will be the last one my soul would remember before it leaves my body. But before it could happen my hands acted on their own. I put all my efforts to detach his hands from my throat. He was very powerful than my malnourished body, and he had the advantage of sitting on me, I knew it was useless to overpower him so I decided to fight him instead. My small fist hit his meaty cheeks and did nothing to dampen his ego a tiniest bit.

The world before me was turning darker, but I was not ready to leave it yet. My arms flailed and suddenly something solid and cold touched my fingertips. The smooth surface of the bottle sparked an energy in my arm and woke up my slowing brain.

Without a second thought, I hit Steven right on his head. The bottle crashed making him howl like a dog as he clutched his head. Pool of blood was seeping through his temple, dampening his cheeks. The sick shit fell with a loud thud on the floor and cried hysterically.

I quickly stood on my feet and relished at the sight. I have always waited eagerly to watch him bleed. For once, I wanted to be the spectator and him as the sufferer. "You whore" he cried "I'll kill you."

I ignored his cries and saw the world that no longer looked dark, instead it had colors. And a beautiful color adorned my hands now; red.

Seeing his blood on my hands gave me such happiness, I was proud of myself today. For once I thanked the dying pig for his drinking habit and tightened my hold on the now broken bottle that helped me a while ago. A broken bottle, no longer to fit its purpose, but very fit to serve my purpose.

"You Whore! I will kill you" Steven screamed as held his head and rolled on the ground. Years of torments played in front of my eyes. His laughs, my tears, my cries, and every single torments that I have been though in all these eight years played in front of my eyes and ended on the scene of Steven rolling on the ground. He kept repeating his words, but his hate towards me was nothing for my hate towards him.

"Only if you'll live" I crouched and sneered in his face before digging the broken piece of glass in his throat. I have always hated his voice.

He died silently. I damaged his vocal cord, and the more he tried to scream, the more blood he gurgled. He died slowly. Blood seeped out of his mouth. He died peacefully, watching me smile into his dying face.

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The room was a mess. This is where he kept me, a dark room without any windows. The only thing this room has is a bed and that's because that's where he has liked to take me against my will. I took up the scrambled bed sheets and put them on the bed. Very slowly world started to make sense around me. I pull out the picture of my mama that I keep under the mattress because he never searched under mattress, this is my cupboard where I keep my things.